Brrrrrr

As I sit here, on the only day in my life that school has been cancelled because of the cold (but of course it had to fall on my clinic night :P:P:P:P), I am reminded of a little poem I wrote in the summer of 2002 when I was working full time in a parkade booth and it was about +35C. Today it is -42C and feels like -55C with the windchill, brrrrrr! Anyway, I read this poem and it just made me chuckle and wish that it was +35C right now...

So very hot,
sitting perfectly still,
sweating.
Nearly naked people,
freely walk the street
trying to escape
the scorching heat.
Wind blows,
like hot breath
on your neck.
Beads of sweat
form on your temple,
and trickle down
to your chin.
No escape
from this torment.
Skin sticks to any surface
it touches.
You don't want to move
but you must.
You peel your flesh away
from the surfaces
you are touching.
Ouch!